Handyman (#1) Read Online Claire Thompson

Categories Genre: Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Handyman Series by Claire Thompson
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
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He groaned, half-sitting as he spurted into Justin’s mouth. Justin swallowed and continued to suck and lick Will’s shaft until his cock softened and he pulled away. He fell back on the bed, his heart a steady thrum, endorphins flitting through his blood like a drug.

“That was your first time, wasn’t it?” Justin lay on his stomach beside Will on the large bed, leaning up on his elbows. “I could tell, the way you came so fast.”

Will flushed, embarrassed at his virginal status, though of course it was true. “Yeah,” he admitted. “I’ve never been with a guy. Or a girl for that matter.”

“So the front with Tracey was just that, huh? A beard to hide what you really are. Are you ashamed of what you are?” Justin’s voice had taken on a bitter, accusatory tone. Will tucked his spent cock back into his pants and zipped them up.

He turned toward Justin and said honestly, “It wasn’t a front. I never pretended to be her boyfriend. I just went with her to a dance, is all. People just filled in the blanks. They made assumptions.”

“And you let them.”

“That’s right.” Will felt himself bristle. Who was this guy to tell him how to conduct himself? He of all people knew how hard it was to come out, even in so-called progressive New York City.

Justin flopped back on the bed and blew out his breath. He put his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling. Will lay beside him, looking up as well. The ceiling had been painted to look like a night sky, complete with myriad constellations dotted in glow-in-the-dark silver on a midnight blue background.

“I shouldn’t be so hard on you,” Justin said, his eyes still trained on the ceiling. “I should just be grateful you came home with me. I’ve been wanting to ask you forever, but I was scared. I was pretty sure you were gay, but what if you weren’t? Or what if you just didn’t want to come over?”

He touched Will’s bare chest with his fingertips. “I’ll tell you a secret. I’ve never been with anyone else either. I’ve fantasized about it forever, but this is the first time for me too.”

Surprised, Will blurted, “But the way you touched me—I mean, it sure felt like you knew what you were doing.”

“I just did what I would have wanted someone to do to me. I’ve got the same equipment, you know.”

Will laughed and Justin grinned, the tension of a moment before gone. Will was very curious to see Justin’s cock. He’d seen pictures and video on the Internet. He’d even seen guys naked in the locker room at school. Except for his own, he’d never seen an erect cock up close and personal. He’d never touched one, felt its girth, tasted its soft, silky skin…

“Can I try?” he whispered.

“What? I couldn’t hear you.”

Clearing his throat, Will repeated, “Can I try? To—to touch you? To do what you did to me?”

Justin didn’t have to be asked again. Quick as a flash he was out of his clothes. He lay back against the bed, sporting one of the largest cocks Will had ever seen, before or since.

With a gulp of trepidation, Will lowered his mouth over the fat, spongy head as he gripped the base of the thick shaft. It tasted salty, the skin surprisingly soft—soft as satin stretched over steel. He could feel a vein pulsing beneath his fingers as he stroked upward, his hand meeting his mouth.

Justin moaned and grabbed his head, pushing him down against his cock. Startled, Will pulled back, letting Justin’s cock pop free.

“Please, please, please,” Justin begged, his huge cock bobbing between them. Will lowered his head, licking down the shaft with his tongue before again taking the cock into his mouth.

He sucked it like a lollipop, his own cock rising in his underwear as Justin groaned and writhed beneath him. After a few minutes, Justin cried, “Jesus, I’m coming! I’m coming!” He spurted against Will’s tongue, the jism gooey and slightly bitter. Unprepared, Will reared back, the rest of the ejaculate hitting his cheek and neck.

Justin lay still for a moment, except for the rise and fall of his thin, bare chest. Will wiped the ejaculate from his face and neck and, not knowing what else to do, wiped it on Justin’s bedspread.

Still not moving, his eyes closed, Justin intoned dramatically, “William H. Spencer. I do believe I am in love.”

Will smiled now at the recollection. Justin and he began a secret, torrid love affair. Well, a sex affair at any rate, one which was to set the standard for his later interactions. They talked very little, but met regularly at Justin’s house for rapid and repeated oral sex. At school they were distant, merely polite. Ironically it was Justin, despite his earlier accusations that Will was ashamed of his orientation, who kept that distance.


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